wanderlust

Virginia Waters, 25 years of age. Resident librarian, dreamer, and mischief-maker.

[shadesofryanibbotsons-blog]

Only if people limited their pranks to people they know and are friendly and close with.

[virginiawaters-blog]

But that would be so boring! The best part of it is that you never know what's coming.

[isaacflinn]

Is it wrong that I’m terrified?

[virginiawaters-blog]

Don't be; you'll be fine. But I'd also avoid the biography section of the library for the next twenty-four hours, just in case.

[isaacflinn]

Trust no one.

[virginiawaters-blog]

It's every man for himself.

[shadesofryanibbotsons-blog]

Oh, it’s almost April already? 

…I hate April Fools. 

[virginiawaters-blog]

How can you hate April Fool's? It's so much fun.

[virginiawaters-blog]

Today is the perfect day for chick flicks and cookies.

[violet-pratt]

My apartment has turned into a juice packet warzone.

[virginiawaters-blog]

Care to share?

[edwin-cooper]

You drop firecrackers by mistake? I’ve genuinely never been more terrified of a single person.

Actually, that’s a lie; the elderly in this town are ruthless. But my point still stands.

[virginiawaters-blog]

Oh, please. No one gets hurt.

Tell me about it. You haven't seen them when all the book club copies are checked out; they're ready to swarm with pitchforks.

[artie-rph]

Nina Dobrev and Karen Gillan → Manip

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GROUP TEXT: Thing One & Weasley

Violet: I may or may not be sitting on the chest of sir. sweaty as he squeals like a little girl.

Violet: This fucker.. oh ho ho.. this fucker DARED to say that music is not a serious class, and made my kids cry, he severely embarrassed rolf just because he couldn't keep up with the other kids in track.

Violet: Also we really gotta talk about your sleeping habits ginny, you're turning nocturnal and pretty soon it won't be long until I walk into your place and you're upside down hissing like a bat, but what are you up too Max boo?

Max: i have this really lovely mental image of you just sitting on him and texting it's really great, a+ work vi my dear

Max: also what a dick

Max: im bored out of my mind and there's practically no one at work

Max: ginny come love meeeeeeeeee

Ginny: vi is my hero didn't you know that

Ginny: beating up assholes since whenever the fuck her birthday is

Ginny: make me cookies and i'm in

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GROUP TEXT: Thing One & Weasley

Violet: I am unable to give my location at this current moment.

Violet: If you hear a scream, go about your normal business, nothing to see here.

Max: let's play guess whether vi is killing someone or if someone is killing her

Max: round 24

Ginny: My bets are on the former.

Ginny: What did the gym teacher do to you this time, Vi?

[ameliathelight]

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GROUP TEXT: Thing One & Weasley

Max: oi

Max: where the fuck y'all at

Ginny: oi yourself

Ginny: napping. where else?

[edwin-cooper]

No, I don’t know.

How do fires just happen? Are you some sort of arsonist? Because boy, you’re talking to the wrong man if you are.

[virginiawaters-blog]

They're only little fires. Like end-of-school-year bonfires that sort of overflow, or dropping a firecracker by mistake. 

[edwin-cooper]

I, ah…

Why is your default answer the fire department? Do you set a lot of things on fire?

[virginiawaters-blog]

Of course not!

Well.... not me, personally. Most of the time. It just sort of happens sometimes, y'know?

[isaacflinn]

There was something about warm weather that was irresistible to Isaac.  It had been that way for as long as he could remember.  The warmth from the radiating sun always had a way of beckoning him outside, into the pleasant breeze that smelled distinctively of wildflowers and freshly-mowed grass; a smell he could only associate with Spring.  On that particular delightful day, Isaac could be found under the shade of a large tree, basking in the feelings of new life all around him.  His hands held the cracked spine of a worn paperback, his copy of Murder on the Orient Express.  Thin, nimble fingers flipped the crisp dogeared pages as he read, his thick-rimmed glasses hiding his eyes as they flicked back and forth across the black ink.  A thoughtful expression settled on his face, and he began to unknowingly murmur aloud his thoughts as he read, addressing characters in the book as if they were actually there.  ”I don’t suppose I’d like Mr. Ratchett’s face either, Poirot, but you mustn’t be so rude.”  He chided, though his commentary was lost on the fictional characters as they continued on the way they always did.

[isaacflinn]

[virginiawaters-blog]

After months and months of cold and darkness, it was finally something verging on warm. Much like the animals that were slowly reemerging from their winter hiding places, something inside Ginny was waking up again. It was perfect walking weather, the kind of day where you left your coat inside just because you could, and basked in the warmth of the sun's rays. She was taking advantage of it; meandering through the park.

She wasn't thinking about much in particular, just how nice out it was, and how much she needed to find a new book to read, and how she really needed to reshelve the biography section because some schoolkids had totally trashed it. But then she saw someone under a large tree, a dark-haired boy Ginny recognized but didn't know particularly well. He was reading Agatha Christie, and excellent choice, and... talking to the book? She bit back a laugh. "I thought I was the only one who did that."

[elliecassidy-blog]

Nothing beats a good cup of hot cocoa.

[virginiawaters-blog]

How about hot cocoa and your best friend?

[likesherchoices-blog]

If God made anything better than sipping a Henny on the beach while on vacation, he kept that shit to himself.

[virginiawaters-blog]

Ugh, now I want to go to the beach.